I keep hearing that you aren’t really grown until you are 30. Or that your “Jesus Year” (33) is the year that your life changes.
I don’t know if either of these things are true…although it would be nice to know that all of the craziness of my 20’s and all the bad and impulsive decisions I’ve made in my 20’s can all be blamed on not yet being a grown up.
Let’s go with that. Yeah, nothing was my fault, I was just a kid.
Things already seem to be going in the right direction for my soon to be grown up years. I feel like all of my karmic debts have been paid in the love and work departments and I love my city.
But, I am excited to see what happens next. I already feel a shift. Friends that I’ve known forever and relied on in my times of need are fading away. Old friends that I’ve lost contact with are resurfacing. New friends are around every corner (if I can get over my jaded friend feelings and put the time in that it takes to maintain new friendships). I’ve found myself looking forward to getting better instead of looking for something better. I’ve learned to love me, even if I haven’t always liked me.
30 is still 13 months away. So much can happen in 13 months.
I wonder who I’ll be when I get to the other side. Hopefully still me..just with better flavor.